Landry’s POV“Your injuries could be fatal if left untreated,” Landry says, narrowing his eyes at her.“It doesn’t matter,” she murmurs, closing her eyes again. “A doctor can’t help me. It would be useless.”To Landry, she wasn’t making any sense. He saw tears escaping her closed eyelids; she kept her grip on his arm, though it was weak. He had never seen Bernice look so helpless and weak before. This wasn’t the same comrade he has come to know and fought alongside for all those years. She was just a simple Omega, weak and fragile.And injured.He sighed, annoyed with her stubbornness.“Okay,” he finally says after a pause. “No doctors. But at least let me take a look at it.”She says nothing as she remained lifeless on the table. The only indication of life was the movements of her chest with each breath she took. He decides to take her to his palace where he could safely examine her without interruption. He doesn’t want to put her uniform on over such wounds, nor would it fit witho
Jessie’s POV To Jessie’s shock, her brother’s palace is incredibly heavily-guarded. So much so that the guards will not even permit her to enter. She cannot believe it. “But I am the Alpha King’s sister!” she argues. “The most honored princess of the Wolf Clan!”Her words have no effect on the guards, frustrating her. They simply stand before the doors, blocking entrance to her and her maids.“Let me in!” she tries again, and one of the guards gives her an apologetic look.“I’m sorry, Princess, but this is an order from the Alpha King.”That just intrigues Jessie’s curiosity even more. She looks at her maids, thinking for a long moment, before beckoning them to the side, out of sight of the guards. She leans in close, whispering to be sure they aren’t overheard.“I need you to pretend to be me, and I’ll pretend to be you,” she directs her similar-looking maid. “You must pretend to faint, and I will sneak in dressed as you.”“Yes, Your Highness,” the maid replies. “That i
Landry POV Bernice doesn’t answer Landry’s threat, just stays sitting on the bed, lips together, looking at him like she has something to hide. She must have something to hide, or she’d explain herself. Landry’s blood boils. He does not like this newfound distance between them. After all, they’d once fought side by side on the battlefield! “Have you lied to me all this time?” he spits out, and is gratified when she flinches the smallest bit. “All our time fighting together, killing the enemy, living and dying – all a lie?” Bernice still does not answer. Landry snarls and paces in front of her, fury growing every time he sees her carefully blank face. “We trusted each other with our lives! We had each other’s backs! Tell me, tell me now. Which part was a lie?” Bernice takes a slow breath. When she speaks, it’s slow and measured, only serving to infuriate the Alpha King more. “I am touched,” she says. “But I don’t have an answer. Think wh
Jessie’s POV “These are perfect,” Jessie declares, selecting some of her finest jewels. She carefully wraps them up and sets them inside the bag she will send to her brother’s new Omega – Denise was her name, Jessie thinks. Such a beautiful Omega deserves beautiful jewels. “Yes, Your Highness,” her maid says. It’s the same maid that had helped Jessie create a diversion by pretending to faint, and Jessie feels very grateful to her. After all, without her, she would have never seen her brother’s Omega! “It’s strange,” Jessie says to her maid, tying the bag shut and handing it to an errand boy, who carries it off. “I could have sworn I’ve seen Denise before…” Her maid looks up at that, a strange look on her face, but Jessie hardly notices, so deep in her thoughts. “It was the look in her eyes…I’ve met an Alpha with those eyes before, although in wolf form. So familiar, with gorgeous snow-white fur. But that can’t be the same person as Denise, right?”
Bernice POVThe knife cuts through the air straight towards me. I struggle in my bonds, twisting enough so that the knife plunges into my shoulder instead of my chest. Pain explodes in my body and I clamp my mouth shut against a scream – I will not show weakness.There’s a snarl from the doorway – I turn my head and see Landry, standing tall and imposing, shoulders back and hands in fists, eyes narrowed at the assassin. His eyes betray how close his wolf is to the surface. He looks nearly dangerous.As the assassin draws back to try and stab me again, I catch her scent. It’s definitely a female, and there’s a familiar edge to her smell, one I remember smelling just hours ago.It’s not the natural scent of the killer, as assassins always mask their natural scent, to hide who they are. But the scents are sweet and floral, very girly and innocent, and I realize I have smelled them before.On Jessie! The assassin carrie’s Jessie’s scent with them, they must have been around Jessie just re
Landry’s POVLandry is stunned.She doesn’t understand? How could she not understand? How are his feelings not clear?He could explain. Right now. He could tell her everything.But staring into her eyes, Landry feels a lump in his throat and decides on a lie. The truth is far too painful, he can’t imagine looking into her beautiful, guarded eyes and telling her his feelings, for her to not respond.“You’ve been my comrade for many years,” he tells her. It’s at least partly the truth. Anyone knows the best lies start that way. “You are the only female Alpha. We have fought together, bled together. You are important.”Something Landry can’t identify flashes in Bernice’s eyes, too quickly for him to realize what it is. She shakes her head, long blonde locks tumbling over her back, and fixes her gaze on him.Landry recognizes that gaze. It is the same one she used while she acted as Alpha, on unruly wolves who dared cross the line. It’s stern, no nonsense, and Landry gulps. He’s somewhat
Bernice POV I suppose I should have expected this question. I have changed to and from my forms enough times in front of Landry that it’s only natural he is curious, and he truly has helped me. He could have cast me out, he could have handed me over to rogue wolves to be raped and killed, but he has helped me and cared for me. He deserves to know. “I was born out of wedlock.” Landry blinks but nods, indicating I should continue. I take a deep breath to steady myself. This story is difficult, and it’s one I have told absolutely no one before in my whole life. “My father had me with my mother, an unbonded Omega. Although I have the royal white fur, I am an Omega, and therefore useless to my father. He had other children, Alpha children, but most died in battle. The only survivor is too young to be Alpha of the pack, and my father is too old. “So, he and my stepmother told me that for the good of the pack, I should take this special medica
Landry POV The gorgeous she-wolf lying in front of him, so weak, so frail – she looks nothing like the Bernice that Landry thought he knew. Once, she was a mighty goddess on the battlefield. Now, she is a sickly Omega, near death. Landry still loves her. He strokes his hands through her hair, runs his touch gently down her body, trying to soothe her as she moans in pain even in her coma. There’s pain on her face, so Landry kisses it away, smoothing out the wrinkles between her brow and the frown on her full lips. He trails fingers over the curve of her hips, the fullness of her breasts, resting over the beating of her heart. Slowly, he keeps touching her, pressing fingers and kisses to her feverish skin until she slips deeper into sleep, finally without pain. Watching the sick she-wolf lying in a coma before him, Landry felt horribly guilty that he ever considered her a spy. Days go by as Bernice slips in and out of the coma, sometimes coheren